Kill That Villain!

The Yishen Bow, a peak sixth-grade magic weapon, cannot be rivaled by magic weapons of the same rank.

Even if they are both the peak magic weapons of the sixth rank, there are very few that can compare with the Yi Shen Bow. After all, it was the treasure of the ancestors of the Chang family who fought in the Quartet.

Two half-step divine transformation powerhouses, plus the supreme treasure Yi Divine Bow, and dozens of Yuan Ying cultivators.

Although most of them are only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, a good tiger can't hold back a pack of wolves. How can we fight this battle?

Ling Feng was a little dumbfounded.

How many days has he passed through, and he is about to face such a perverted battle situation, and it still makes no one live!

Glancing at the gradually closing city gate and the shimmering guard formation, Ling Feng clenched his teeth tightly, and once again drew out half of the fire poison orb's energy and concentrated it on the tip of the sword, then he held the sword in both hands and made a slash.

The murderous intent that made Ling Feng's sweaty pores stand on end fell on him again, and he didn't even have time to see if the light layer of the formation was torn apart, so Ling Feng turned over again to avoid it.

But this time, the murderous intent of the Yi Shengong has always followed Ling Feng's back.

"This is the rhythm of killing everything!"

He didn't dare to delay at all. After avoiding this attack, Ling Feng began to dodge desperately with the help of the surrounding buildings, but no matter how many buildings the arrow shot through, the speed never slowed down.

Seeing that there is no escape and no escape, Ling Feng bites his teeth and rushes straight to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion!

Boom!

The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion was broken in response, and the cultivators inside fled in all directions, but they were still splashed all over their faces by the collapsed dust.

And the next **** arrow, which almost killed Ling Feng's life, was nailed to the top pillar in the middle of the main hall, and it was pulling out tremblingly.

"I'll go, this wood is a good thing, it can't even shoot through an arrow of the gods!"

His eyes flickered only once, Ling Feng picked up the Heartless Sword and slashed straight at the arrow, the arrow body was not damaged, but the spiritual sense attached to it was smashed by Ling Feng's sword.

What made the half-step God Transformation ancestor even more unexpected was that the figure that made countless cultivators look up to the fearful figure actually pulled out that pillar and turned around and ran!

Zhong Xiu: "..."

Is this the same strong man who smashed through the sky with one sword just now?

The cultivators who surrounded those monks were stunned by Ling Feng's divine manipulation. At this time, the half-step divine transformation powerhouse had already taken the second arrow, pulled up the bowstring and aimed at Ling Feng again.

It's just that before he could fill the bowstring with infuriating energy, the thin figure had already resisted the giant tree and rushed towards him!

The ancestor of the Chang family: "..."

After just being stunned for a while, the arrow that was not filled with true energy came out of the string.

Ling Feng's figure flashed and easily avoided the arrow of the gods, but the cultivator of the Chang family, who was in a straight line behind him, suffered a disaster. A soul-destroying end.

The might of the arrow was so terrifying, it frightened Chang Yaoye, who was being held by Ling Xue, and frightened the crowd of cultivators.

Without any communication, all the cultivators who were instructed to go to contain them quietly took a few steps back, and the positions they chose were also very clever. No one was in a straight line with Ling Feng.

As for the other half-step **** transformation powerhouse, he was also held back by the double attack of the Chiyun Gun and the Frost Free Sword. If they wanted to join forces to kill Ling Feng first, Ling Xue and Ling Shuang would not give them a chance to join forces. .

Two Nascent Soul peak battles and a half-step **** transformation, this lineup of ordinary monks can't get involved at all.

Before he got close to the battle circle, he was knocked out by the energy of the magic weapon colliding.

And the ancestor of the Chang family, who held the Yishen bow, had already recalled the arrow after an arrow missed, but before he could hit the bowstring with this arrow, the huge tree with the thick water tank had already stopped at him and smashed it!

This blow has already extracted the last trace of the Fire Poison Orb's energy, almost twice the strength of the previous breakout, all condensed into this blow.

He has already used enough zhenqi to block the attack, but he still hasn't escaped the end of being smashed and flying.

The half-step spiritual cultivator was smashed to the point where blood spurted wildly, and the ribs were even broken.

What made his heart sink even more was that after the blow, Ling Feng took the giant tree to chase after him.

He was already seriously injured, how could the ancestor of the Chang family dare to touch Ling Feng again, and ran to Chang's house with the Yishen bow.

Whoever has a good face, will be thrown out of the sky in the face of life and death.

And Ling Feng, whose Fire Poison Pearl's energy had already been exhausted, didn't chase after him.

It's quite good to scare people away. If the other party is willing to give up his life to fight him to the death, then he should be the one who will die.

Turning around, Ling Feng carried a giant tree and flew to another battle circle, no one dared to stop him wherever he passed.

Seeing this scene, another Chang family ancestor's eyelids twitched wildly, and he wanted to retreat after taking the trick.

At this moment, Ling Xue and Ling Shuang's offensive speeded up again, making him in a hurry and wanting to get out, it was impossible not to knock them down.

Seeing that the figure with the shoulder against the giant tree getting closer and closer, the ancestor of the Chang family was anxious in his heart.

These perverts of Ling Xiaozong are also very difficult to deal with. The two are already on a par with him. If that guy is added in, he will end up seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Just as he was debating whether to show his cards or not, Chang Guhan, the head of the Chang family, led a team to the scene.

"Let them stop immediately~www.wuxiahere.com~ or I will kill your mother!"

Following this voice, an extremely charming woman dressed in ordinary clothes was also escorted to the crowd.

The moment she saw the woman's appearance, Chang Yaoye's heart immediately ached.

"Mother!"

After a cry of pain, tears streamed down his cheeks.

She didn't cry when she was bullied by her peers, she didn't cry when she was sucked out of her true energy, and even when she was sold like goods by hundreds of forces, Chang Yaoye didn't cry.

But the moment he saw his mother, tears flowed uncontrollably.

When she rushed out of Chang's house before, she had been worried about her mother.

But Shizun risked his life to save himself, how could he let him take another risk because of his mother?

In my heart, I was always worried, and I always hoped that he would not embarrass his mother when he said a little bit of affection.

When that person pushed her mother in front of her, Chang Yaoye finally realized how ridiculous her previous thoughts were.

Seeing the tears on Chang Yaoye's face, Ling Feng couldn't help but stop.

And Ling Xue and Ling Shuang, who were fighting fiercely, also retreated, and the cold eyes with a little anger all fell on Chang Guhan.

The ruthlessness of the Chang family, Ling Feng, the original author, knows better than anyone.

But seeing this scene with my own eyes, I couldn't help feeling a little bored in my heart.

Such a delicate and beautiful woman who gave birth to her own offspring, how could the Patriarch of the Chang family have such a cruel hand.

"Leave that evil barrier, and I'll let you go, otherwise..."

After speaking, Chang Guhan's palm had already landed on Chang Yaoye's mother's thin white neck.

Just before he could finish his threatening words, Chang Yaoye's mother's eyes showed a gleam of determination.